In the children's surgery at Thomayer Hospital, there is a beautiful spacious playroom where we felt like we were in a concert hall.
The children happily played the instruments and those who had to stay strapped in their cots even moved to the beat as much as they could. It was funny talking to the big boys, who peeked into the playroom, wondering what was going on there, and when they saw only small children, they turned around and were going back to their room. We offered them that I would play whatever they wanted, but they correctly guessed that we don't have their favorite music in the repertoire (yet) and that punk is only played by old people. For fun, we argued with each other for a while, it was clear that we (for the "old" punks) and the boys (for the new generation) enjoyed this discussion, and we finally parted laughing. Actually, this meeting already contributed to a nice and relaxed atmosphere during the entire game. Really, really beautiful afternoon with children and adults in surgery. Neurology was fine, maybe a little sad at the beginning, but after the fairy tale, the children and mothers left perhaps a little happier. Only in psychiatry was it a tough nut to crack today.
Children are great, lively, they want to play, try everything, show what they can do, which we completely
understand and gratefully accept.
It's just that there are a lot of them and there were times when it was difficult to keep track of them. The nurses helped us communicate with the children so that everyone could be reached and no one felt left out. When the children had instruments in their hands, Fumas and I let them run wild, rattle, drum as hard as they could to get the energy they want and need to release. During the fairy tale, they were like mice and worked together wonderfully. I don't know if it was also because we had them drummed up and knocked out before. In any case, the story about how a dog and a cat washed the floor was watched with interest and, above all, it was also accepted by the older children, which, I confess, I did not expect at all this time. think Fumas and I were
Kača Tschornová